Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.